Pokemon phobia

Carlos stepped forward to meet the pursuers step by step. The sun shone on his silver feathers, as if plating him with a layer of gold.His figure gradually elongated and deformed, and he had returned to his original appearance when he took the third step. He looked up at the group of high elves riding against the light of the birds and monsters with a cold expression.

The wings on his back unfolded from the folded state, the silver veins lit up little by little, and countless elements floating in the air were easily captured and gathered around him.

"Sparks fall from the sky."

The pure ancient elf language was spit out from his mouth, and all the bursting elements seemed to have received instructions from this ethereal and rhythmic chant, and instantly gathered in the direction he pointed!

Boundless golden flames ignited out of thin air in front of the rushing high elves, among which countless metallic meteorites walked among the flames at a terrifying speed as if being swept up by a storm.Its high temperature distorts the space, and the screams of meteorites piercing the air can be heard endlessly.But this is just the beginning, the flames are still expanding crazily at a speed that seems to be able to engulf the world, swallowing the high elves who were too late to escape in the blink of an eye.

"Mother God! This is a twelve-star super-order composite magic!"

"My God, why is he so much stronger than before!"

"Guardian of the water god!"

Carlos looked indifferently at the elves retreating in embarrassment in mid-air, and tilted his head disdainfully.There are only a few hundred high elves who are not even prepared for joint magic. It is really stupid enough to dare to provoke him so carelessly.

If it hadn't been for the elf mother tree to suppress him before, he would have been able to force his way out as soon as he recovered from his injuries - for example, he felt that in his normal state, it would not be difficult to overthrow an ancient treant.

Carlos remembered the experience when he was photographed in the mud by the ancient tree man, and his bad mood because he didn't find his favorite dragon became even worse.He raised his right hand and pointed high into the sky, and chanted the second curse-level magic: "Heavenly Fall!"

"Om-"

It was as if an endless wave of magic power fell on the elves and monsters in the air like a waterfall falling from the stars. The power of wind and space deprived them of the right to fly, making them fall uncontrollably from a height of hundreds of meters.

Carlos felt that the group of guys who were about to come into close contact with the earth were resisting his air-forbidden magic with all their strength, so he inadvertently strengthened the suppression, and at the same time, he had time to think: These elves are so poorly coordinated, probably they still haven't made it. Past the young whelp of the Elven Guard.

The loud noise of hundreds of impacts brought him back to his senses.Carlos stepped forward calmly, obviously walking very slowly, but the folded space allowed him to cross a distance of [-] meters with each step, and in an instant he came to the group of guys who fell on the ground and groaned.

The altitude of [-] meters is not fatal to the high elves, and those monsters with thick skin and thick flesh are even more deadly, so Carlos is not worried that he will kill them this time.He looked at the elves who were staring at him with panic and disbelief, and slowly smiled: "Good afternoon, everyone."

Some elves with lesser injuries struggled to get up, and faced him with a guarded posture.Carlos tilted his head slightly to look at them, and his long silver hair reflected a magnificent soft light in the sun with his movements: "Who is so stupid to group you into a group? As far as your level... even It is only enough to sue the elders when I am bullied. Oh, by the way, you probably don’t know what I can do? After all, I never saw you when Sashidarna hunted me down .”

He folded his fingers together in front of him, and when he separated them again, a silver-white light ball phantom made of magic power appeared in his palms. He asked with a smile, "Do you know this?"

All the high elves present held their breath and stared at him in disbelief.

That is another ultra-level magic - time and space cage!

Why would a creature be able to use three natural disaster-level simple spells so easily in such a short period of time!This is twelve-star magic, even the oldest high elves shouldn't be so scary!

"I didn't want to waste time on you, and I didn't want to cause any unexpected twists and turns..." Carlos smiled, but his eyes were full of raging anger, "But now the situation has gotten to this point, what else should I worry about!"

He has had enough!It's all these inexplicable bastards that got him to where he is now!

"I want to see, if you are trapped here, will your united and friendly fellows continue to chase me or stay behind to protect you!"

The silver-white phantom spread into a cage in the blink of an eye, enveloping all the elves and monsters in it.Carlos glanced at the frozen elves and monsters around him, and then raised his eyes to see more high elves chasing energy fluctuations in the distance, and immediately turned around and stepped out of the boundary of the space-time cage and turned into a silver giant eagle again to the woods hide.

There may be a well-coordinated team among these newly arrived high elves, not to mention that if those guys are forced to wake up the elf mother tree, he will be completely bad.He was so angry that he couldn't help it before, but now he can't continue to take risks to do this kind of thing - he doesn't want to be caught by mistake again, he still wants to find Tyron!

Carlos set a goal for himself in his heart: now is the season when everything withers, and when the flowers bloom again, he must make Tyron willing to listen to him singing for him!

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On the other side, Tyron, who had been carrying the priest on his back for three days, had already reached the territory of the Beran Empire.

It is said that it is within the territory of the Bolan Empire, but in fact, the territory of this incomparably huge ancient empire is so large that mortals can't finish it in a lifetime, so they are still a long way from the Bolan Empire.But the position they are in now is just a border town in a backward principality that the Beram Empire is too lazy to control and entrusts to its subordinates.

After Tyron ignored hundreds of hints from the priest, Ange, who was carried all the way like a sack, finally couldn't bear it anymore.He smiled wryly: "Mr. Mercenary...can you let me down, I think I'm much better." If he was carried down like this again, he would throw up!

Yet Tyron ruthlessly dismissed his proposal: "You're walking too slowly."

An Ge was silent for a moment, and said helplessly: "Then let me rest for a day, or hire a carriage? Don't worry, I still have some savings at home. Although I don't have any money with me now, as long as I go back, I can immediately spend money on the road. I'll give you ten times as much money back!"

Tyron looked at him suspiciously.

It's not that he wants to doubt An Ge's words, but... these priests really have savings?Shouldn't they have used all their wealth to do good deeds?

Anger seemed to see his unbelief, and explained: "I don't have much savings, but my parents are the biological elders of King Berland 170 I, and are now the Grand Duke of the Duchy of Kanadorn. My brother is also very talented, and has made a lot of money through business over the years. They will be very grateful to you when they learn that you saved me! So you really don’t have to worry about remuneration.”

Tyron: "..."

So this Holy Father priest of the Holy See is still a prince?

After thinking about it, I think it is reasonable. The Beran Empire regards the Holy See of Light as the state religion. Many nobles either follow the tradition, or because of their beliefs, they will send some family members to become priests.This has been the case for so many years from ancient times to the present. Even if Ange's background is big enough to ignore tradition, it is not surprising that he himself is willing to become a priest.

After realizing that his trip might not really be voluntary labor, Tyron's attitude towards the priest was a little bit better, and he asked for a room at the best hotel in this small town, agreeing to give him a day's rest .After settling down with his employer, Tyron left the hotel alone and wandered around the small town, finally finding a sign he was looking for with relief.

This symbol looks like twelve black circles made of overlapping and interlaced delicate structures. It is known to almost everyone in the area where civilization exists in Azera-it belongs to the Tower of the Sage.

Previously in Chiloya and other places, probably because it was too far away from the Xiqi Desert, where the headquarters of the Sage Tower is located, Tai Lun has not found any sub-towers. Now that he has finally found it, he can start to implement the next step plan up.

Tyron pushed the door and walked into the steeple building marked with the sage's tower, and saw the white-bearded human elder sitting behind the counter at a glance.The old man was wearing a pair of unilateral wooden-rimmed glasses, and was lowering his head to write and draw on the paper. Tai Lun could tell that what he drew was a five-star magic pattern structure.

The old man was very attentive in painting, until he finished drawing a draft and wanted to change the paper, he suddenly found that there was someone more in front of him.He was startled, and after realizing it, he pushed his eyes and asked with a kind smile, "Young man, do you need any help?"

Tai Lun silently placed a book in front of him.

The old man looked down and saw that it was a very ordinary magic notebook.He didn't show any disdain, turned the pages of the book, but soon found that the content of the book was extremely familiar.The old man raised his head in shock: "You are..."

There was no one in front of him.

The old man silently lowered his head and looked at the magic note in his hand that was less than a third written, and muttered to himself: "Volume [-] "Notes on Hand Feeling of Magic Materials", he... Could it be Aaron? Your Mightiness?"

The hand of the old man holding the book seemed to be holding some peerless treasure. He admired it fascinatedly for a moment, and suddenly stood up as if remembering something, dug out a communication crystal from the warehouse, and sent a message to the Sage Tower.

In the distant Xiqi Desert, someone knocked on the door of Byrne's room.

The black-haired half-elf stopped what he was doing, and said softly, "Come in, Hendon."

A rather old human being pushed open the door immediately, his expression could not hide his excitement: "Teacher! There is news from the sub-tower of Hongye Town on the side of the Belan Empire. The six volumes were handed over to the liaison staff over there!"

The half-elf who had always been calm and gentle stood up abruptly, staring at his disciple with wide eyes: "Have you found Aaron? Where is he?"

"The other side said that the person suspected to be His Excellency Aaron left a note and left."

"No... that note is unfinished, Aaron must have wanted to tell me something." Byrne walked around the room for a few steps, and then immediately walked out the door, "Tell Druya, I'm leaving for a while. Time, let him do the research on "Azera's Parallel Plane Conjecture" for the time being!"